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"I will take care of that!" he said, impressively. Zuleika was left with Mme. Morrel, and, accompanied by Maximilian, Monte-Cristo at once started for the Ghetto. A brisk walk of half an hour brought the Count and his companion to one of the two gates in the wall of the Ghetto or Jews' quarter of Rome. Monte-Cristo knocked at a wicket and a policeman immediately appeared.
Re-emerging a moment later into the moonlight, he felt that she had been right about the box: it was fatal to self-expression; and he was glad he had not tried to speak on the way from the Front Quad: the soul needs gesture; and the Duke's first gesture now was to seize Zuleika's hands in his. She was too startled to move. "Zuleika!" he whispered.
"But," says she, "suppose we made Selim, and little Zuleika, and all the rest of them, Christians? Suppose we brought all the tribe to come down and ask baptism, like as St. Nona did in the Lives of the Saints?" He told her it was more like that they would only get her darling little head cut off, if no worse, but he could not get her to think that mattered at all at all.
The whole scene was surprisingly unlike that of the average College concert. "Let me pass," said the Duke, rather breathlessly. "Thank you. Make way please. Thanks." And with quick-pulsing heart he made his way down the aisle to the front row. There awaited him a surprise that was like a douche of cold water full in his face. Zuleika was not there!
"And leave you to suffer, to bear the weight of my imprudence! Never! I will stay and protect you!" "You will not protect me by remaining. You will only compromise us both the more. Go, I beseech you, go, while there is yet time!" With tears in her imploring eyes, Zuleika pushed her lover gently towards the wall.
Zuleika herself, by the light of a solitary candle, had entered the office and had dropped meditatively into a chair, as she slowly raked the warm ashes over the still smouldering fire. The barking of dogs had momentarily attracted her attention, but it had suddenly ceased. It was followed, however, by a more startling incident, a slight movement outside, and an attempt to raise the window!
Even so would you have felt for The MacQuern when Zuleika, on the implied assumption that half the credit was his, grasped him by the wrist, and, continuing to curtsey, would not release him till the last echoes of the clapping had died away. The ladies on the steps of the Hall moved down into the quadrangle, spreading their resentment like a miasma.
Zuleika had meanwhile banished her lover from her presence, but her heart yearned for him and defended him in spite of everything. She therefore sent him Vampa's letter, assuring him of her belief in his innocence and commanding him to prove it to her and to the world. Thereupon Giovanni had instantly quitted Paris.
Both hosts and both guests, having been prominent in the throng that vociferated around Zuleika an hour earlier, were slightly abashed in the Duke's presence. He, however, had not noticed any one in particular, and, even if he had, that fine tradition of the club "A member of the Junta can do no wrong; a guest of the Junta cannot err" would have prevented him from showing his displeasure.
Zuleika looked, in her turn, through the branches. "The gardener and his assistants," she whispered, nearly petrified by consternation. "They have evidently learned that you scaled the wall and are in quest of you!" "See," said Giovanni, breathlessly, pointing to a group behind the men. "A number of nuns are also coming!" "They are searching for me! Oh! Giovanni, fly, fly instantly!"
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